With cold, we can also say the true...

I am cold, and I am tired of you.
you'll never be enough for me and you know that as a fact, I have no idea of how much do I have to wait until I find the correct "one"; it makes me feel like an alien in this planet full people unmatchable with me...
I want to stop having to pretend care about, stop written forced messengers only to maintain your
lake of flavor body next to me just in case a new sex chance appears, you have been a waist of my time...
But I allowed it... because when I need someone that gives me fake hope and even more fake love
...you were all ways there for me.